@epitaphriddle​
Tucked away in the corner of a bookstore, the author was flipping through the several books she was intent on buying. Despite owning her own store, old habits died hard, and she was the stubborn sort, anyhow.
Yet, absorbing herself in new literature caused her to pay little attention to her surroundings. She felt no need to when she was indulging herself like this; a potential mistake, as someone did approach her eventually. Eto looked up with a glare, assuming the woman was an employee about to ask her to leave, but...
“Ah.” Eto hesitated, somewhat surprised to see what she felt might be a familiar face. She detected mutual recognition, but, Eto was struggling to place the young woman. A rarity, and an immediate conundrum for the author.
“... Can I help you with something?”
